Best Murray Poems

Written by Gail DeBole on May 18, 2009


There once was a fella named Murray
Who lived his life in a flurry.
When the grim reaper stopped by
Murry refused to die
Saying, "I have a 
Meeting at 10:30."

Note: Illustrated in Coloring within the Limericks available on Amazon.com and other...

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By the Murray
is far from
By the lake

The Murray
has its own sound
as it meanders
across gravel runs
billabongs
bends galore

tonight will be cold
so the fire is prepped
7 sheets of crumpled 
newspaper, splinters of pine
dry eucalyptus leaves
twigs and small branched
neatly piled

the cod are rising
at dusk
gently taking insects
from the surface

By the...

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I have a new pet guinea pig 
He's cute and brown and furry.
I winked at him, he squeaked at me,
I think I'll call him Murray.

He likes to sit upon my legs
While I stroke his head.
We played a game of hide and seek
Under the covers of...

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Dusk On the Murray River

A crimson red blanket hangs over the river, shrouding its steep muddy banks.
This is dusk on the Murray River, the Mississippi of this great land.
Fifteen hundred miles of slow-flowing water linking state to state and ocean to mountain.
What secrets do your...

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Estella Murray

1891-1912

Johnny’s was the last face 

I saw that April afternoon in 1912.

I admit I was mean to him,

As mean as a starving she-dog in heat.

It’s not that I did not appreciate 

The blooming rosebud he presented to me

Six months before my untimely demise.

But that...

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I know how a woman can genuinely love
I have known a woman's love
And none compared to love you gave
For all your life you gave him everything
And as you gave there was nothing more
For there was only one you to give.
How beautiful you laughed then,
And I...

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Beneath the mist
current moves fish, ducks
the future ticks, taking them
whatever, to who knows where
but we are from beyond all that
beneath the mist
the originals swim, drown
not their sorrows, but die
bridge builders watch ducks
paddle upstream
joke about sperm
psychological
whales?
not up this far
beneath the mist
every morning I wake at the...

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The word I hate, the most detested of all,
makes me so angry by blood starts to boil.

A word chosen for recognition alone,
the making of a slave to keep me at home. .

It reminds of a time when life was full of fear,
too small to defend...

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Remember the 7th of July
2013 is the year
the hero of Scotland
was in his top gear

Tennis is his ace game
Wimbledon was his target
the final test was at hand
Novak Djokovic was all set

But Mr Murray raised his game
overcoming all that came his way
his opponent fought very hard
but...

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Heaven’s light shines brighter today
And its gates are opened extra wide
They’re preparing for another angel
To be seated by God’s side.
The trumpets blow louder
And the angel’s voices ring higher
Our hearts grow ever heavier as
Your final day with us grows nigher. 
Over the years we’ve watched
As you’ve...

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Win ‘The Trip’ Murray

Some wish the life of stewardess; Win Murray was the ‘trip,’
more than a plane or ship at sea, with stops not on a map,
a riptide ocean surf conceals ’til shore’s long past earth’s curve.
More than great food a hostess serves, Win’s dish...

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Charles Murray 'THE WHISTLE'

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Hi...
...um...
My name is Ja-Ja-Ja-Jake!
...
Damn...

Jake stared at the mirror and frowned upon his own face, which in turn the mirror frown
back to his face with his. He straighten his back and opened his mouth once more.

Hi!
My name is Jake-ke-ke-ke...
DAMN!

How am I going to get through and...

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there are days when fresh air and calgon just can't take you away
there are times when you just have to take it all like a grown up
there are days when you wanna be big ole baby and just clench yourself to the covers
there are instances...

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The dust of the deserts,
the dry air, the dry heat
a dust storm approaches
as we run like cockroaches.

The scene is golden
no green in sight,
some might call this a delight.
our farmers in a drought,
but they work, no less,
without a plenty of food
YES, we stress.

We sit on the...

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